my eyes believe what i deny i see
a world of success hides from me
so i hold in distress what I conceive
scolded, depressed by each rivalry
won't comply you see, traces of my fire burning
but then it dims and the tides are turning
they wash over the flames & the sparks fly
putting out chances of making my mark by,
and only sand is left , each strand a test
each grain represents a demand of quest
to stand at left of the existance meant for me
commanding i make my life exemplary
but im not ready to take the challenge,
im faking balance.. not sure my weight has found it
sometimes i take & pounce at each opportunity
its not like rejection is something new to me..
it just breaks thru with ease & destroys my unity
i feel a sense of failure in my community..
my earnings meek, live life as a lesser person
& when i turn the cheek i confess it worsens
i live life to my hearts content, so fast its fading
cuz my hearts content with procrastination
and my soul agrees.. its the hole in me
not wholy me, slipping as it grows cold & frees..
i turn down its shouldered pleas, to muscle through..
success isn't something i've grown accustomed to
I tussle, fued... its my own life I'm confounded with
Success lurks behind a wall of hope
but I can't ever get around to it.
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